Put off thy bark from shore, though near the night, And leaving home and friends and hope behind, Sail down the lights. Thou scarce canst fail to find, O desolate one, the morning breaking white, Some shore of rest beyond the laboring wave. Ah, 'tis for this I mourn: too long I have Wandered in tears along life's stormy way Where day to day no haven or hope reveals. Yet on the bound my weary sight I keep As one who sails, a landsman on the deep, And longing for the land, day after day Sees the horizon rise and fall and feels His heart die out, still riding restlessly Between the sailing cloud and the seasick sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE LEAVES by HAYDEN CARRUTH FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TOM MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG |